BLACKPOOL. Four Views.

Ah Blackpool, the Queen of the Lancashire coast some would say, cheeky, fun, rowdy sometimes but it always does what it says on the tin

Ah Blackpool, the Queen of the Lancashire coast some would say, cheeky, fun, rowdy sometimes but it always does what it says on the tin

The days are easing into a more comfortable state, not luxurious but more comfortable.

The weather is still stuck in “Unfriendly” mode but sitting in looking out at the world outside is not one of my favourite ways to pass the time so it was on with the big coat and out on the bus to Preston.

Right the days are starting to stretch themselves, second by second they get longer, brighter but as yet not much warmer. So the race it hotting up ( see what I did there) to get out on the trail again, get some trips organised before Autumn creeps around the corner bringing his icy friend with him and the year starts to shut down again.

Going back to my rail journey along the Conwy Valley and up to Blaenau Ffestiniog, I was making my way back to the station, it’s that thing when you’re retracing your steps you seen all the things you didn’t see when you were walking the other way. The change of viewpoint, a different angle of view, throws up odd corners and alleyways that suddenly gain an added level of interest. […]

Summer evenings have their own special magic. As the sun settles itself away for a nights sleep the colours soften away from the days harshness and take on a gentle glow.